It should have been with great joy and excitement that the knights entered the fort at Hadrians Wall, but the loss of Mya had rendered their weary caravan sombre and bleak. The knights felt as though their freedom was somehow tainted, Mya's sacrifice had made them free men, but herself a slave.
So as knights rode in to the fort, in single file, they were not best pleased to see the Bishop waiting, a false smile plastered on his face. Dagonet was coping with Mya's loss the worse and had to use all his restraint not to lunge straight at the Bishop. The Bishop on the other hand, had noticed their stern expressions and attempted to cheer the knights by respecting his vow to Arthur, and giving the knights their freedom, after of course he had inspected Alecto.
"Come, Come Knights, you are free, here give me the papers." He said, the same false smile gracing his face, as a servant handed him the wooden box which contained the precious papers. His face fell slightly as Arthur walked forward, a stern look on his face, clearly not ahppy about something.
"Bishop Germanus, FRIEND of my fathers" he said, as he towered over the Bishop, disgust written on all his features. He took his paper and walked away, leaving the men to thoughts of their freedom, while his mind was occupied with more unpleasant thought, Mya's fate and the impending Saxon attack, among them. Little did he know, that these unpleasant thoughts were not only on his mind, but on the mind of his knights, who all, for a reason they could not quite comprehend, had found themselves attatched to the young witch, who had sacrificed her life for theirs.
It was Lancelot who broke the silent reverie that had fallen over the knights as Athur had stalked away to his own quarters, he stepped forwards, and roughly took the remaining papers from the box, handing them out, and each knight took his turn to glare dipisingly at the Bishop. All accepted their papers in silent, except for Dagonet, who, aart from feeling sad at his new friends dimise, was feeling somewhat guilty because of it, the man whom her mother had chosen to protect her, had ultimatly led her to her doom. As he took his paper from Lancelot, he stepped forward, and grabbed the Bishop by the collar of his robes. As his gaurds rushed forward to help him, the other knights stepped forwards, swords drawn.
"I've always wanted to kill a Roman before I left this place" said Galahad scathingly as the guard to which his sword was held trembeled at the statement.
Dagonet, held the Bishop tightly around his neck, and lowered his usually calm face to the Bishops.
"You are a traitor" he said, his voice low and menacing, " a traitor or Rome, of your God, and of the people you should have saved. Burn in Hell." He roughly pushed the Bishop to the ground, where he landed, the mud splattering his robes, as the Bishop stared at him, a mixture of disgust and fear present on his face. He was somewhat satisfied to see that no one rushed to the Bisops aid, and the self proclaimed 'man of God' scrambeled out of the mud, like a common peasant.
One by one, the knights left the courtyard, each left to their own devices and thoughts. None of these were particulary pleasant.
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AN: Okay, so I know its really short, and I know I havnt updated in a while, but between holidays, on which my mother would not allow my laptop, and working full time to save for uni I am pretty much fully booked. But I promise I will updated tommorow because I have already started the chapter, and I have the day off, plus it will be a great way to take my mind off of the results which come out on Thursday, and of course decide my future ARGH!
Anyhoo, thanks for the 1000 readers ive had you made me feel warm and fuzzy inside, and thanks for my reiewers. Please please please review, and tell me what you think.
Etraya!
